1 – Compile a wide range of research related to style, authors and what articles other people have written

 

2 – Begin to draft my articles –

• Fitness in grassroots football compared to professionals (Includes interview)
• Article about Jamie Vardy’s rise to stardom from grassroots
• Article related to the style of football played in grassroots and why (includes interview)
• Fun fact page related grassroots such as amazing goals and personal records
• Reviews on two sets of football boots – Adidas VS Nike
• Story following a teams rise from the bottom of grassroots to the top ( Wye FC)

 

3 – Come up with a draft for my front cover and page format using a mood board that I have already compiled.

 

4 – Begin to finalize my ideas by making everything as neat and tidy as possible. Ensure all of my articles have been checked for SPAG and check that all my photos are of the highest quality.

I like this design as it incorporates a very appropriate color scheme, along with a few pictures in an interesting format. The use of white and green reflects the grass and paint on a football pitch, and the solid white text also looks somewhat like the lines on the pitch. The images clearly show what the magazine is all about before you read it, which I feel would help draw a wider range of customers. Furthermore the page is not too crowded with text and images, which makes it look very sleek and professional. The one critic I would have of this design is it’s failure to include a few little snippets of information about what included in the magazine. A small bit of text such as “Find out what happened? or You’ll never guess what happened!” would help draw readers into the magazine even more.

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I like this magazine cover as it features the appropriate color scheme of green and white as well as having some snippets of information about what to expect in the magazine. This helps to keep potential readers guessing about whats inside. The title of the magazine stands out as it is in block font, however I do not like how it covers the picture. I also like the addition of the football replacing the letter ‘o’ as it suits the theme of the magazine.

 

 

I like this magazine as it has a really classic look about it. It is in the style of a 70’s or 80’s magazine which makes it look really unique. The image covering the page is a great action shot of the player which instantly shows what the magazine is about, and the title is bright and bold in order to contrast the darker area on which it has been placed.

My Proposal – The Walk Project

My project is based in Rhodes, Greece
It is supposed to be written for tourists
It will incorporate fictional stories based on real characters
The setting of my stories will be in the past
1. My chosen area is Rhodes island, Greece as it is somewhere i have been to many times and has a rich cultural and mythological history. I feel that there are many interesting locations such as the town of Lindos and vast sandy beaches which would make ideal settings for my stories.

2. The themes I will be using for my walk are history and fiction. I am using some of the local Greek mythology as a basis on which I can create fictional stories. An example of this is the myth surrounding the town of Lindos, which tells of a man who built the town with his 50 daughters to escape his 50 sons. There are many other myths I believe I could expand on, and adapt into my own style of writing.
3. My style of writing will be fictional as I want to create new stories based on the Greek myths. This means that most, if not all of what I write will be made up and not related to real life.

4. The aim of my map is to entertain people as they will hopefully enjoy my stories and want to read more. As I will be recreating some of the original myths, I cannot say that my map is educational as the details are inaccurate.
5. My target audience are tourists who are visiting Rhodes. This is because not everyone can afford or wants to go all the way to Greece. The tourists that want to use my audio book can further enhance their visit to Rhodes by learning some of the history behind it and see what locations inspired the stories in it. I feel that my book will also be good for families as it is quite interactive, so young children will enjoy it. The images I am going to use are based on the myths themselves so children will enjoy seeing the characters, as well as hearing about them.

6. The overall style of my piece is travel writing as it is based on the Greek island of Rhodes. The stories themselves will be based on Greek myths and incorporate different areas on the island.
7. In my map I want to include 3 different locations based round the town of Lindos in Rhodes. The locations I have chosen are Lindos beach, Lindos Acropolis and within the town itself. I feel these locations can all be interesting settings for the stories I am going to make about the ancient Greek myths. I also want to add an X marks the spot in each area so that tourists can stand in the exact spot the photo was taken. This allows them to see the current area and then the area through the eyes of the characters in my stories.

8. I will use edited images/ drawings in my work to mix real life locations with the mythological setting of my story. The color scheme will be white and blue to keep with the colors seen widely on the island. I am going to attempt to use page borders that are filled with patterns or small Greek flags.
9. I will add sound effects and pictures to some of my pages in order to make my stories come to life. I will also implement an X marks the spot in some of the photos so that people can interact with my story and stand in the actual locations I am basing them on. Finally, I will add page turning sounds to make my audio book feel more like a real book.
10. The problems I may to overcome include not being able to find the right audio, losing pictures and not being able to find the correct pictures. To overcome these issues, I will be sure to save my photos and back them up onto my computer and a memory stick. I will also record multiple versions of the audio in order to have at least one available track for each time I need it.

 

 

 

My Evaluation – The Walk Project

 

I feel that my final piece has many strengths and a few minor weaknesses. Firstly I feel that I have stuck to my desired theme well as the stories I have written all convene with the genre of mythology. The main conventions I have stuck with are “triumph or doom of the hero” and “hero(ine) is tested”. All of my stories end in triumph or doom of the hero and story 1 and 2 include the hero being tested. Another strength of my work is that it has various stories that cater for various ages, which means there is something for everyone. The longer story at the beginning of my walk is well suited to adults who have a longer attention span. The two shorter stories include far more action and take less time to read, making them perfect for younger readers who may not want to read large chunks of text. Finally, I feel that a major strength of my work is in the way that it is presented. I believe that it is visually appealing to the reader, and conforms with the theme of Greece and all the colours that I would associate with it. The heavy emphasis on the use of white and pastel blue really gives the feeling of being in a seaside town in the Greek isles.

Moving onto some of the weaknesses of my work, I feel that I could maybe have written another story to bulk out my project. I think that I took too long to decide what I wanted to write about, meaning that I wasted valuable time in which I could have been writing another story. In the future I therefore need to sort out my ideas as quickly as possible in order to maximize the time I can spend writing. Another weakness of my work was the fact I was unable to add the “X marks the spot” feature that I was planning to do. This was because I was unable to source the necessary photographs that I needed. In future I feel that I need to do some research sooner, in order to establish if my plans are possible before diving into the writing aspect of my work.

From this project I have learned many new skills whilst working with the adobe programs such as In-design and illustrate. One of the most important skills I have learned was how to create a master page in adobe In-design, as this has allowed me to create the template for my project. A master page allows me to create a design that will then be added to all my pages, thus allowing me to have more time to work on other things instead of going through my booklet page by page. This is a valuable skill that I can use in later life as many magazines and newspapers are created using a similar technique. Another skill I have learned is how to create my own map in adobe illustrator by tracing over an existing design. I can successfully use layers to carry out this process, which allows me to put my own twist on a design that I like the look of. I am very happy with the way in which my map turned out, and feel that if I were to do this project again I could comfortably create another design. This skill will be of great use in the industry as it will allow me to add images and diagrams to my writing, which would enhance the work  I would have done and make it more appealing to customers.

 

 

One of the techniques I used to prepare for designing my booklet was the creation of a mood board. I searched the internet for a number of designs that I found interesting and put them all onto a page. After looking at all of the images I decided to write a small paragraph under each, detailing what I liked about them and how different aspects of their design would feed into my own work. Overall I feel that this idea really helped me to create a good looking design for my audio book as it gave me a lot of inspiration. In the professional industry I feel that the use of mood boards would allow me to come up with many unique designs as there is an endless combination of ideas to chose from. This would allow whatever I was publishing to have a different design all the time, and therefore keep my customers interested.

In comparison to professional standard work, I feel that my booklet holds up well against it. The quality of my design is as good as any professional design as I have used the same program that they use and taken inspiration from multiple published pieces. This makes my design unique in its own right, but still fairly similar to other products out on the current market. The quality of my writing will not be completely up to professional standards, but I feel that it is almost at that point. My stories are interesting and fit the genre that I aimed to write in, so I consider them to be successful. Looking at some of the professional products, I can see that they have a very consistent style of writing. All of their stories are written in a similar fashion, where as mine are all in different styles. I feel that using different styles such as differing tone, keeps my writing fresh and more interesting however I can appreciate why many people would want to be consistent with their style. I believe that the tonal difference in my stories effectively sets them apart from other products. The mild tone of my first story slowly becomes frantic, which I believe shows how the character would feel as time begins to run out. My second story however, becomes frantic rather quickly as the main character does not have long until he is thrown straight into danger. The frantic tone of the narrator puts the reader on edge and you can almost feel the quick heart beats of the main character as he battles for his life. Finally, my final story is far more subdued. Besides from a sudden rush of action in which a monster attacks the main characters boat, the story is far slower as the main character is locked away and focus switches to the misfortune of that decision.

In regards to the audio element of my story, I have acquired a few useful skills in recording and editing. Learning how to record in the radio room using focused microphones was incredibly useful as it opened the door to having professional quality sound, without the background noise that would have been heard if I had used the microphone on my mobile phone. I got a lot of practise using the radio room, including reading out my own work about world war one. After we had learned how to record our work, we were then shown how to edit the audio using Adobe Audition. Using this computer software, I was able to cut out any pieces of audio that I didn’t like and was also able to stick different pieces of audio together. I feel that after being shown how to do all of these things, I am now able to do each of them effectively. Unfortunately, I did not have time to edit my audio for my final piece but it is still a useful skill to know.

 

The link to my piece is – http://online.fliphtml5.com/vnvi/tszj/

 

 

I like this layout as the curve at the top gives a nice effect. The small fade beneath the image also makes the appearance more interesting. Another feature which I will consider using is the small quote at the top of the spread. I would take a quote from my stories and put it at the top to give a snipet of what to expect from the story.

 

In this spread I like the opacity of the image and the text box as it gives the effect of looking through a coloured glass window. The text over the top of this also gives a really nice effect.

With this spread I like the way that the text wraps around the main image. This gives a far nicer effect than simply having block text

 

 

 

 

It was early Spring when Pathos decided to go fishing, out on the sea surrounding the island of Rhodes. Deploying his nets into the the crystal clear water, Pathos lay back in his chair and dozed in the mid-morning sun. Hours passed and the sun swept across the sky as Pathos continued to sleep. It was mid-afternoon by the time he awoke, sweat dripping from his brow. He took a gulp of water from his canteen and ate some of the bread he had brought with him. Deciding it was time to recover his nets, Pathos began pulling them in. They were far heavier than normal, which made Pathos very exited. Today’s catch must be bountiful as it wasn’t even the right time of year for the larger fish to be in the area. As the net came up, he saw many fish of varying colors, however there in the center of the net was a huge tentacle. It was roughly 6 feet long and the width of Pathos’ shoulders, covered in barnacles and blood.

Suddenly the boat began to rock from side to side, and the tentacle began to move violently. Pathos was struck with horror and recoiled back, casting the net back into the sea. Whatever that tentacle had came from was obviously not friendly and was trying to sink the ship. Securing all the lose items on deck, Pathos attempted to make for port at Lindos. He could see the temple on the hill in the distance, and so aimed to reach it before the sea monster could sink the boat. He was too late though. With a mighty crash, a pillar – like tentacle smashed through the hull of Pathos’ trawler sending him flying overboard. Smashing into the ocean, Pathos was knocked unconscious by a piece of debris and was left floating in the ocean.

Pathos awakened in a bed at the doctors house with his head wrapped in a thick bandage. The doctor told him that a child had found him face down on the beach outside Lindos cove. They were amazed to find he was alive. Pathos told the doctor everything about the sea monster. He recounted all the events leading up to the attack whilst the doctor stood there with mixed look of horror and confusion on his face. After Pathos had told the tale, he waited for the doctor’s response, and what he got was not what he expected. The doctor smirked and called him crazy. “You must have crashed on the rocks,” he said. After that the doctor left, locking the door behind him. “They must think i’m crazy,” thought Pathos.

Doctor went up to the temple to talk to one of the priests about what had just happened. They stood together, staring out over the sea laughing about the crazy old man. Suddenly there was the cracking of timber and the shrieks of men coming from the ocean. The doctor and the priest scrambled to the edge of the cliff and looked on at the terrible events occurring below. One of the navy ships was smashed to pieces in the water, surrounded by bodies of dead or dying men. A pair of tentacles suddenly shot up from the depths, grabbing two sailors and yanking them down below the depths. Maybe the old man wasn’t so crazy after all…

It was stunning summers day when Stephan went off to the market to get food for his family. The Mediterranean sun scorched the clay houses made up the village of Lindos and the sea dazzled. It was days like this when Stephan loved to be down the market, as he got to immerse himself in the sights and sounds of the vibrant marketplace. Approaching the main square, he began to browse the stalls searching for the ingredients his mother had instructed him to get. Sun ripened tomatoes, mutton and cheese were just some of the many things he had now got in his basket. The square however was not as busy as normal. Rumors were circulating about a troop of rogue Spartans who were reported to have been pillaging nearby farms. They wouldn’t dare attack the town though, would they?

The morning came and went, and Stephan had finally finished his shopping. With a full basket and sore feet, he trudged back towards his house to present his mother with the days haul. As he neared home, a group of the town guards rushed passed him, fully clad in armor and clutching weapons. That was odd as usually in weather like this they would not wear their armor. Stephan decided to go and investigate after quickly dropping the goods of at home. He sprinted up towards the town gate, following the chorus of shouting in the distance. All of a sudden a stray arrow whistled past him, barely inches from his head, and pinged off the cobbled floor. The shouting from before was now joined my terrible moaning and shrieks, as well as the clashing of metal. Peaking round the corner of a house, Stephan witnessed an absolute massacre. The town guard had been cut to pieces by about 10-15 Spartans, who must have climbed a ladder to breach the walls. The remaining 4 or 5 guards were surrounded in a corner, clinging to life behind a makeshift wall of shields and spears whilst the Spartans slashed at them with swords and shot at them with arrows. They didn’t stand a chance against these men who were bred for war.

Sneaking over to the corpse of one of guards, Stephan picked up a dagger and tucked it into the waistband of his tunic. He then picked up a bow and quiver of arrows lay near another body. Being only 15, Stephan was too young to join the town guard but he had started archery training, that being said he wasn’t very good. Taking up position on top of one of the houses, he places an arrow onto his bow and drew back the string as far as he could. Taking a deep breath to focus, he targeted the Spartan archer sat atop the town wall. He waited for his heart beat and then let fly, the arrow now whistling towards it’s target. Bulls-eye. The archer keeled over and fell off the wall in a heap, causing the Spartans attacking the guards to turn. In an instant, another arrow left Stephan’s bow but failed to hit the target. The Spartans were confused and this allowed the guards to break out of their trap. At least 6 Spartans were slain in the confusion, the once beautiful cobbled streets now running with crimson blood. Stephan continued to pump arrows into the Spartans, wound 4 more and leaving them unable to fight. Only 4 were left now and they began to run to the ladder and escaped down it. Stephan was filled with pride. He had helped defend his people. Suddenly he felt a smack on his head, and he instinctively rolled aside. Behind him, a huge Spartan had managed to sneak up on him and began attacking him with his bare hands. Stephan was hit several times, pain shooting across his face and down left arm. Remembering the dagger he had hidden, Stephan waited for the Spartan to close in on him again. As the Spartan loomed over him, Stephan drew the dagger and drove it straight in the mans stomach causing him to scream in agony. Staring down at the blade in his abdomen, the man stumbled backwards before falling from the roof and onto the floor below. It was over, and Stephan was the hero.

 

Go up to view and select the ruler so that you can see it round the edges of the page. Drag the ruler to the center of the page and select the pen tool. You can then draw the bottle shape.

When the anchor point is solid you can move it, and when it isn’t it won’t move.

 

 

Use the reflect tool to copy the shape onto the other side after moving the pivot point.

 

 

 

 

Julian Opie is an arstist who uses shapes to build avatars. These are some of his pieces.

 

 

I am using Julien opies work to

 

Opie simplifies all his work to make his portraits very simple. The use of black outlines on his work really makes it stand out on the page against the solid color background.

 

 

 

Insert the image into illustrate and go to window. Select layers and then go to template.

 

 

 

Step 1 – Draw text box (BE ON MASTER PAGES)

Step 2 – Go type and insert special character. Go markers.

 

 

 

 

 

It was a stormy winter’s night when Barak began to make his approach into Lindos bay. The waves churned and writhed with anger tossing Barak and his crew around the deck of their galleon. Poseidon was coming for Barak and he knew it, and the only refuge he could think of was the tiny cove at the town of Lindos.

Some days earlier, Barak had undertaken a daring mission forced upon him by the king of Athens. The corrupt king had taken Barak’s only son, the one person who could carry on his family legacy. His mission was take the sapphire of the sea, one of the most extravagant jewels in Poseidon’s crown, which could be found deep inside a cave on the cliffs of Santorini. It was a dangerous task to undertake, but if there was anyone who could do it, it was Barak. He was known throughout the Greek isles for his courage and ability to strike enemies down, hence the name Barak which translates to lightning. He hastily assembled a crew for his mission and set off in one of the king’s boats.

The waters between Athens and Santorini were sleepy and calm as Barak and his men sailed for the mysterious cave. Poseidon was clearly resting at this time so they needed to take advantage of the situation. It took 2 days to sail to their final destination and by this time the crew were becoming nervous. Stories of men disappearing at sea and huge sea monsters sent from the depths to consume sailors were beginning to sound more and more real. Could Poseidon really do these things to those who had angered him? As Barak sat pondering this thought, a strange gurgling came from beneath the boat…

On the morning of the second day, the sheer granite cliffs of Santorini came into view, seemingly rising from ocean like Hades from the underworld. It was an imposing sight to all that beheld it, however Barak hastily reminded everyone to be on the lookout for the cave in which Poseidon’s crown was kept. The men searched the imperious cliffs all day but to no avail, and with night drawing in decided to call it a day. Speculations had already begun to arise that this was just some sort of a wild goose chase, a myth taken too literally. Sitting in his cabin, Barak studied the charts given to him by the king of Athens under the warm light of a candle. The cave was clearly marked on the scrolls, however there was no sign of it on the cliffs in front of them. He sat contemplating his findings long into the night as the blazing orange sky transitioned into inky darkness. It was in the early hours of the morning on day three of the expedition that an idea came to him. What if after all this time, they had been looking too far up the cliffs. The charts did not show where the water met the rock, so there could be a chance that the treasure sat below the waves. Once all of the men had awoken, Barak voiced his opinion and asked for two volunteers to accompany him in his underwater search. The men were hesitant at first. A low his of whispering voices enveloped the ship, but eventually two men stepped forward. That was that then, the mission could commence.

Barak and the two men prepared for the dive by tying rope around their wastes, so that if anything were to go wrong the men on the ship could haul them out of the murky depths. Peering down from the deck of the ship, Barak watched as the ocean writhed in anticipation below him. It looked as though it was waiting to swallow him up like a hungry beast. In any other situation, the terror causing through his veins would get the better of him, but this was different. His sons life was on the line, and nothing else in the world mattered apart from that boys life. Taking one last gulp of salty sea air, Barak launched himself off the deck, his companions quickly following suit. Once under the water, the men began feeling their way around the cliffs in search of the crevice that held their prize, only surfacing for air or to communicate their findings. After what felt like hours, the only thing they had found was a sunken galley which had probably gone down during a storm. It was not what they were hoping for and it was getting to the point where all really did seem lost. Barak however was curious about sunken galley. It was lain up against the side of the cliffs which seemed odd. Diving down once again, he swam up to the side which lay against the sheer rock wall. It all seemed normal, but through his blurred vision he made out a small cave partially covered by the sunken ship. This had to be it.

Quickly swimming up to the surface, Barak called out to his fellow divers that he had found a cave. Without so much of a word, the men all nodded to each other as a sign of readiness and went down into the depths of the mighty ocean. Feeling around for a gap in the wreck, they came to the conclusion that the only way through would be to squeeze through one at a time. Clasping their leather sacks that they had filled with air, they took turns pulling and pushing each other through the gap and swam off into the unlit cave, and as they left the warm glow of light behind Barak swore he could hear a gurgling moan from in front of him…

After another minute or so, the men stopped to take in the air from their leather sacks. It was a welcome relief to all but now they knew their was none left till they returned. The men continued to swim up the cave which seemed to travel upwards. Rounding a bend, Barak saw what looked like light a few feet in front of him. Swimming up towards the light source, the men finally found that they had entered a large cavern that was lit with a few ancient looking torches. Leaving the water behind them, they gratefully took huge gulps of air and admired the beauty of the cavern. Large stalagmites hung from the ceiling like polished daggers and the granite walls were studded with various seashells and gem stones. In the center of the room stood pillar of marble shaped like twisted seaweed and upon it sat a magnificent crown that shone in the low light of the torches. Without hesitation Barak approached it and marveled at its beauty. This was the item that could bring his son home. Grasping the crown, he slowly lifted it from its perch and placed it into a velvet sack given to him by the king.

Seconds later the ground began to rumble and the water in the passageway began to bubble up with anger. Poseidon had awoken and must have known that his crown was missing. Barak went to consult his fellow divers but they were frozen with fear. They had thought this only a myth, and the reality of the situation had taken them completely off guard. Barak had no time to reassure his men, so he left them to fend for themselves; jumping into the swirling pool of water and swimming as quickly as his body would let him. The whole time he swimming in absolute darkness and the impending feeling of doom was beginning to get hold of him. Just as his lungs began to heave for some oxygen, Barak came to the gap between the wreck and the cliff. Squeezing through, he noticed the water was suddenly stormy and could feel the current dragging him towards the cliffs; he was now a mere piece of driftwood at the mercy of the ocean. Struggling up towards his ship, he burst through the surface of the ocean, gasping for air. The men pulled him aboard using the rope tied to his waste and got him some dry clothes. All the while, they tugged on the ropes of the other men who were still missing. For some reason the ropes were far too easy to pull up and after a while it became clear as to why. The men were nowhere to be seen. If anyone else thought this was still just myth then the reality would now hit home.

The churning of the sea made it almost impossible to steer the ship, however Barak’s helmsman battled heroically with the wheel. The ship sailed East, following the stars and battling the oceans as it tried to escape the storm. Poseidon was persistent and ruthless, more than a few times sweeping sailors overboard as they worked on deck. The sight of an island on the horizon brought hope to the exhausted crew who had battled for more than a day. Barak could see the iconic temple on the cliff side and realized they nearing the port of Rhodes. Commanding his helmsman to make for the port, he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared his crew for landing. The ship was to be repaired and re-stocked with supplies as quickly as possible. As the ship was about to enter the cove, a huge was rose seemingly out of nowhere. It crested at an extraordinary height and came crashing down upon the hapless vessel sending the men, including Barak, flying like feathers in a gust of wind. The ship rolled under the water, crashing against the rocks and sending splintered wood flying in all directions. Poseidon had caught them now, and taken his revenge by taking their lives.

Baraks body, along with many of his crew were washed up on the shores of Lindos bay and buried at the church by locals. The man of lightning had been struck down, and he still rests in Lindos to this day.